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Christmas time is a very special time.
For couples getting engaged or married it’s not only special but also filled with love and happiness. With this in mind, I have always wanted to write a sonnet but never had a good enough excuse to!
If your trying to recall; sonnets are written in 14 lines, the subject matter is predominantly about love. Each line of the stanza should have 10 syllables and the rhyming pattern should be ABAB, CDCD, EFEF, GG. It’s quite tricky to get right; so here’s my attempt…
One day, two people, three wishes, four hands,
Joining together on this special day
In a dwelling the congregation stands
The new bride enters clutching her bouquet 💐
She’s dazzling in her sumptuous dress
Above the guests flies a white turtledove
With a bright, sparkling ring, she says, Yes!
Her husband’s relieved; now focused on love 💕
To the reception for a feast for all
Going away outfits are ready now
Toasts and speeches dissolves into a ball
Spain we’re off to soon, Yes, sunny Bilbao 🇪🇸
For you, will cherish in the early days
Your enduring love and happiness always 💕 by Nick
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It’s getting nearer and nearer now!….
Pure and white
To the ground
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When I saw this photo it gave me a flash of inspiration. A mass of clocks all ticking at the same time. I think, as you grow older time seems to fly by; you sometimes find yourself wondering where the time goes…
The Passing of Time
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Faster and faster
Time flies by
My head’s spinning
Where are we going?
It’s another new day
A baby cries
Longing for its milk
Placated by it’s bottle
Morning chorus singing
As a child murmurs
Teddy dangling from its hand
Questioning, all the time
Noonday sun shines bright
A school child plays
Dreaming of home time
But has no answers
In the heat of the afternoon
A teenager fashionista
Struggles to understand
In the fading sun
An adult works hard
Earning a daily living
Hoping to achieve
Darkness surrounds us now
As an old person reads
Looking for inspiration
What is it all for?
The tick, tock, tick, tock
Is it even faster and faster still….
Slows for no one.
Poem by Nick
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For Remembrance Sunday I have written a poem inspired by accounts I have heard of the First World War called…
The Poppy Field
In front of me stands
A windswept land
Scattered with flashes of red
Brightly coloured flowers
Pepper a lush green field
Their heads rocking to and fro
What secrets they know
Lying beneath the soil
Of brave heroes never to return
Their tortured souls
At last, at rest
Now a strangely peaceful sight
How can we begin
To ever imagine
What they endured
Relentlessly in battle
Only be humbled by their sacrifice
In this foreign far away land
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A break from the familiar this week.
An adventure into the distance with a difference, soaring, free above mammoth rock shapes…
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In front of me stretches a vast sight, the Grand Canyon. The profile of the rock is striking; it varies so much.
Some of the rock face has collapsed due to erosion and incredible shapes have been created in the rock.
I’m a condor and I’m perched on some rock, on top of the rim looking down into the canyon.
As I take off I drift, effortlessly across the sky, and look down onto the Colorado River below.
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As it winds through the majestic rock, it glistens in the sunshine.
I look up and see the clouds cast dark shadows onto the rock below.
The yellow and orange tinges of colour are contrasted by the dark shadows.
Yesterday the rain came and flooded everywhere; now the rapids are flowing faster.
Clouds covered the tops of the rock from view for a while.
The air feels really clean and fresh; it’s really peaceful here; I can hear the rush of the wind around my wings, as I soar higher into the sky.
It seems like I can fly forever here and see gigantic rock structures stretching into the distance for miles and miles.
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